“Ethan called, he said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the dinner tonight,” Charlotte announced at the dinner table, just as I took my seat.
“Poor boy, he works himself so hard. He should take a break every now and then,” Mr. Jenson commented.
Oh? please,? I thought.? If? only? you’d know? the? reason? of? his? absence, then you’d? like? to? retract? your? statement? of? him? working? hard.? He? must? probably? be? snogging? Heather? or? Carissa? or? whoever? the? hell he? had? a? date? with.
I watched the servants lay down our plates in front of us and prepare to serve us.
I narrowed my eyes at a fish curry.? Or? maybe? he? was? going? around? thrusting? his? little? baby? making? stick? in? unwanted? places.
I made a disgusted expression, my mind filling with unholy images, which were definitely not needed at the dinner table.
That was the problem with rich people. They acted like they owned the world, as if they could get anything they want with the money they have. They act so supercilious and ostentatious that it made me sick to my stomach. They had no compassion for the less fortunate whatsoever. I doubted they even knew what truly was the meaning of love, care and-
“Juliet,” I was brought out of my daze when Mrs. Jenson’s voice broke into my train of thought.
“Uh… s-sorry, what?” I blinked up at her.
“I said stop glaring at the food as if it’s poisoned because it’s not,” She said, a fork in her hand. Mr. Jenson and Olivia turned to stare at me.
“Um… sorry. I was just thinking,” I said, shaking my head to get rid of those thoughts.
We had an early dinner with a wide array of delicious sea food where we were free to choose what we wanted to eat as we please. After a heavy dinner, Mrs. Jenson and Mr. Jenson left to prepare for their flight.
At around nine, both were ready to leave. They exchanged heartwarming goodbyes and declarations of love with me and I almost broke down in front of them. After a promise to return back as soon as possible and millions of kisses on my cheeks and forehead later, they left in their car, which was to be brought back at the mansion by the driver.
I felt a bit intimidated about living in a huge mansion with Olivia. Sure, there was Ethan too, but that just seemed to make it worse and not to mention his pervert of a best friend. I just hoped that his business would keep him busy enough to prevent any interactions between us. As long as that would happen, we would be fine.
As soon as my parents’ car disappeared out the heavy iron gate of the mansion, my face broke out in a nervous grin.
“I’m going to raid the fridge!” Olivia announced excitedly. “That thing is loaded!” She said, sprinting out of my sight in a second.
In five minutes, we were literally going wild. Olivia had on a party dress which she liked very much from my closet with heavy makeup caked on her face while I was just in my pyjamas. No one was around and the servants had mysteriously disappeared like they did every night. We were having an mini party in my room, jumping on the bed like it was a trampoline. Loud music of Olivia’s taste was blasting through the speakers and Olivia was a little tipsy because of the four glasses of beer she had.
“We should probably tone this down a bit!” I suggested, yelling at her over the deafening music.
“Are you kidding?!” She shouted back, nearly losing her balance. “No way should we tone it down!” She giggled, dancing wildly to the tune of the music.
I shook my head at her.? Such? a? party? animal.
We, well more specifically Olivia was partying till the wee hours of the morning. I didn’t even realize when we’d fallen asleep on my bedroom. I didn’t realize when the music – that was if we could even call shouting and screeching music stopped. I just remembered that I was a bit tipsy from drinking along with Olivia and had fallen asleep right after my second glass.
But I could never forget how we woke up.
It was a peaceful silence and I was half asleep, still quite aware of my surroundings. The silence was slowly lulling me back to slumber. Then out of nowhere the silence was gone and something really loud started blasting from somewhere near me. I almost had a mini heart attack. It felt as if someone was hitting my ears with a hammer like they were playing the drums. My eyes flew open and I rolled to the side, not quite remembering the awkward half on bed and half hanging from the edge position I was in. I crashed on the carpeted floor, landing right on my left arm which hurt like hell. My head felt like it was about to burst.
I grabbed a pillow that was lying somewhere near my feet and used it to cover my ears which did little to help block out the unpleasant loud noises. I groaned loudly over the noise and pulled myself to my feet, feeling my focus waver as my eyesight blurred for a few seconds before adjusting to the brightness in the room.
With squinted eyes, I scanned the room for the source of the commotion. My eyes landed on the ridiculously expensive Luvaglio laptop which was currently blasting a song I recognised as Shots by LMFAO at the loudest volume possible.
I stumbled my way to the laptop, cringing at the how incredibly loud the song was. It was going to be at the top of my least favorite songs for sure.
I tried to get the laptop to shut up, which took a while to do in my sleep ridden state. I sighed in relief as it became quite again. Looking back at Olivia, I was stunned to see that she was still sleeping peacefully, looking unperturbed by the disturbance. I wished I was a heavy sleeper.
I was feeling too lazy to get up so I just laid there and kept staring at the beautiful ceiling.
“What’re you doing on the floor?” Olivia’s muffled voice asked about five to ten minutes later.
“Nothing,” I replied, deciding I would have to get up eventually.